CONCRETE

Concrete

 

Wherever you see an oak, an olive, or any other tree,

Take the saw in your hands and hack them away!

Surely a tree won't be the appendix of progress.

From concrete we shall cast a wonderful flowery grove!

And the sea too, must be dammed with concrete where needed.

Concrete is so  fancy everywhere now.

Fewer lawns, let everything be fenced in with concrete.

Come on, please, and smooth me out a fine sidewalk here too.

 

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

What a witty yet depressing little poem. I live in north Seattle which historically was a fishing port. We now have many marinas, but quite a few fisherman still work out of our harbors. I say all this because your poem triggered a memory that the hulls of certain commercial vessels have been crafted in concrete, which sounds absurd but nonetheless is true. As you pointed out, the damn stuff is everywhere. Nicely written.